Poem

Breaking all the rules in the land of Marada,
Every whisper of mischief carries his saga.
Eager for trouble, he vanish with ease,
Laughing in shadows, he do as he please.
Zest for disorder, they thrive in the dark,
Everywhere they go, they leave their mark.
Boldly adored, though elusive and sly,
Under their spell, many wonder why
But still, they cheer when Beelzebub's nigh.